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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.