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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 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 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 MDC 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.