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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.