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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.