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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.