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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.