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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.