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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.