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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.