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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.