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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Visage,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.