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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Martian 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.