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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.