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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.