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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Scion,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.