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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.