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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Index,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
CMW,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.