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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.