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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.