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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.