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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
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.