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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.