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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.