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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.