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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.