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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.