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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.