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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.