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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.