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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.