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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.