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 Belgium 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.