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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.