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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.