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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.