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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.