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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.