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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Japan,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.