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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Can,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.