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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.