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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.