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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.