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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Crime,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.