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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.