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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.