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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.