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 Romania 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Trumans Water 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
CMW,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.