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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.