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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.