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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.