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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Fear,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.