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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.