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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.