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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.