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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.