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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.