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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
cv313,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.