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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.