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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.