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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.