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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.