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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.