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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.