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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.