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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Faust,
Slave,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.