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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.