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 Congo 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Section 25,
the Association,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.