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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.