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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.