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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.