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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
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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.