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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Doors to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Japan,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.