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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.