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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.