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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.