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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.