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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Neu!,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.