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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.