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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.