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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.