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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.