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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Index,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.