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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.