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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.