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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.