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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.