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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.