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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.