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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.