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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Swans,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.