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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.