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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.