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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.