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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Flipper,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Zapp,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.