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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.