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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
X-101,
UT,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.