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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.