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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Q65,
PIL,
Wire,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Japan,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.