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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.