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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Swans,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.