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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.