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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Davy DMX 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.