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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.