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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.