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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.