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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 808 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.