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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.