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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.