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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.