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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
The Gories,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.