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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.