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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.