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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.