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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.