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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.