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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.