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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.