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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.