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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.