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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.