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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.