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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.