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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.