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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.