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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.