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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.