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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.