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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.