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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.