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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.