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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Fear,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Qualms,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.