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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.