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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.