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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.