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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.