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 Chile 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.