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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
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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.