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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.