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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Neu!,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.