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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Camberwell Now 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.