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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.