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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.