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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 X-102 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.