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 Vanuatu 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.