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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.