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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.