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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.