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 Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The Saints,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.