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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slits to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.