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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.