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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.