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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.