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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Can,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Crime,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.