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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.