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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.