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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.