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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.