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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.