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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.