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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.