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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.