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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Dark Day,
10cc,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.