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 Rwanda 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.