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 Cuba 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.