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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.