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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.