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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.