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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.