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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.