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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.