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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s 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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.