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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.