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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.