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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.