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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.