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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.