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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.