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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.