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 Haiti 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.