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 Ghana 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
New Order,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.