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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.