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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.