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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.