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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.