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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.