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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.