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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.