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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.