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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.