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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.