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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.