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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.