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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.