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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.