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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
ABC,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.