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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.