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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.