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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Liliput,
Pagans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.