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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Qualms 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.