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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.