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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.