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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.