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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.