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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.