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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.