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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.