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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Wire,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.