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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.