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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.