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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.