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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.