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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Japan,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.