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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.