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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.