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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.