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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.