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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.