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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
New Order,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.