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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.