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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Kayak,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.