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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Parry Music,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.