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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.