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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
The Mummies,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.