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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Echospace 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.