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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Monolake,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.