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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon 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?
CMW,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.