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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.