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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Nico,
The Gories,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.