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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.