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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.