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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.