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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.