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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Rakim,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.