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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.