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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Slave,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.