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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.