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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Vainqueur 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.