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 Gambia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.