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 Liberia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.