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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.