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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.