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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
The Standells,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.