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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Alphaville,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.