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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.