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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.