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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 DNA to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.