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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Nico 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.