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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Q65,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.