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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.