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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.