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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.