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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.