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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.