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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.