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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.