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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.