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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.