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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.