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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.