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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.