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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.