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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.