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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.