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 Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.