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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Main Source to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.