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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.