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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.