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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.