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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.