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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.