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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.