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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
10cc,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Q65,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Little Man,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
New Order,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.