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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.