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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
the Human League,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.