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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.