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 Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.