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 India and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.