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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ten City 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.