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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.