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 Malta 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.