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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.