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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.