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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.