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 Botswana and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.