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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Ludus,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.