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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.