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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.