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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.