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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.