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 China and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.