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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
the Slits,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.