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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.