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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.