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 Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.