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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.