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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.