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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Pole,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.