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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.