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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.