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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.