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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
X-101,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.