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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.