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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.