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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.