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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.