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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.