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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.