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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
the Association,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.