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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Nico,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.