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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.