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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.