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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.