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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Smog,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.