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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
the Association,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.