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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.