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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Selecter to the dance 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.