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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.