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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.