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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.