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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.