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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.