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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.