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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.