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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.