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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.