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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Brick to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.