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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.