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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Smog,
Pole,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.