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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.