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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.