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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.