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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.