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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.