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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.