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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.