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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Audionom,
This Heat,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.