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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.