Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Nico,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.