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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.