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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Ludus,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.