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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.