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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.