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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.