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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Tremeloes 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.