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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.