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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.