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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
JFA,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.