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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Organ,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.