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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.