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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.