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 Japan 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.