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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.