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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.