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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.