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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.