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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.