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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.