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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.