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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.