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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.