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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.