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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kinks 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.