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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.