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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.