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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.