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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.