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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.