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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Nas,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.