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 Somalia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.