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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.