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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.