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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 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 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.