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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Fire Engines 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.