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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks 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 techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.