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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 Calgary and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.