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 Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.