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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.