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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.