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 Kiribati 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.