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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.