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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.