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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.