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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.