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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Japan,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.