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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.