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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.