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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.