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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Alphaville 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.