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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.