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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.