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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.