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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.