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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.