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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.