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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
EPMD,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.