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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.