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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.