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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.