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 Senegal 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Aswad,
PIL,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Nico,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.