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 Tonga 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.