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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.