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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.