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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.