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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.