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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s 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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Mars,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.