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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 JFA to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.