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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.