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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.