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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Monks,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.