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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.