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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.