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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.