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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Monolake,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.