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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Faust,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.