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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Swans,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Suicide,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.