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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.