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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.