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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.