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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.