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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.