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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.