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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.