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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.