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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.