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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.