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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Victims,
the Association,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.