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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.