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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.