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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Japan,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
UT,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.