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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.