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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.