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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Model 500,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.