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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.