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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.