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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.