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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.