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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.