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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.