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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.