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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.