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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.