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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.