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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.