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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.