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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
The Names,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Faust,
Quantec,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.