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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.