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 Moldova and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.