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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.