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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.