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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.