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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.