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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.