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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.