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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.