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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Wings to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.