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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.