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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.