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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.