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 Liechtenstein and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.