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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.