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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.