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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.