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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.