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 Armenia and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.