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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.