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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick 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?
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.