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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.