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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.