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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.