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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.