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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.