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 Bahamas 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.