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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.