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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.