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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.