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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Gong,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.