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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.