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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.