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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 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 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.