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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.