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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.