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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.