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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Suicide,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.