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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.