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 India 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 organ 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.