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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
UT,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.