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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.