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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
X-101,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.