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 Libya 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.