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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.