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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.