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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.