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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.