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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.