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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.