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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Gong,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.