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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.