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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.