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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.