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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.