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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.