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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.