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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Technova,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.