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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.