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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Symarip,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Can,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.