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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers 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?
Pagans,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Index,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.