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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.