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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.