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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.