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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.