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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.