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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.